Bleak Poems - Poems about Bleak

This week is bleak, the birds don’t sing No sun, no rains, but greyness Even the churchbells didn’t ring Have they become atheists The bellman and the bearded dean And all the congregation? In times like this to breathe is sin No promise of salvation Can take away the truth it fakes And like a stubborn stem Grows through the slab, the truth condemns...

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come back heart into arms that are nonsense since your departure- where will I lodge revenge should I punch the ether out victimize the ozone layer what world will be mine in your passing~ as grey as the grave that robbed me reckless...

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Yay! Some cold at last, and even a dusting of snow. We moved back into the dorm—braving knife-like breezes—yesterday. It was bracing and heroic - do I want it to warm up? That’s a hard no. let’s wax poetic.. Think not of winter as bleak wrap your steely bones warmly, wear a cap —for gelid wintertide can bind us together. Midwinter is the...

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In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. - Excerpt from A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti *** My mirror-face is pinched pallid as, colourlessly, I go over and over his last journey, and shudder like a...

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The dark side’s very nature is self-destruction, Bringing pain to all, a dangerous seduction. It spreads its madness, twisting mind and soul, Yet it’s addictive, taking its toll. The longer one lingers in its dark embrace, The harder it is to leave that place. Though they know it brings them pain, They too must share in some of the blame. But why do...

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A soul in constant war, Ever pondering, ever sore. Fighting battles it cannot flee, A being trapped in purgatory. What it longs for, just out of reach, Peace forever beyond its speech. Why must the raven find no rest, Why brief calm, never blessed? Only to be...

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A bleak gray mist slowly descends slays all the color in the land. Of melancholy it portends. The slow trickle of hourglass sand shows seconds turn to endless days each one a moment of self-doubt and ever-deepening malaise; as loathing builds its own redoubt. The bleak gray mist will darker grow each time it creeps up to attack; it was, and will be always so until...

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Once upon a day my skies grew threatening, grey. My life began to crash in a fractured dismay.. Once upon a night, another's mind took plight, so filled with delusion and paranoia's flight.. Once upon weeks after professional help I'd seek, only to witness the situation grow more bleak. Once following years after living days in fear, I took my broken heart, left...

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getting into a taxi I asked the driver to take me to Bleak Street not heard of Bleak Street, he said, but it sounds depressing run down, uninspiring desperate bleak I got out of the taxi thanks, I said how much do I owe you...

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after Christina Rosetti Pour leaves into a gossamer bag, the kettle boils in the bleak midwinter the orange-brown water steams your mug and glasses watching snow fall in the bleak midwinter the cinnamon scent of your mothers touch fills your nose in the bleak midwinter the teardrop shed at her absence joins your mug— your mother passed this bleak midwinter one...

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Bleak February, masquerading as the month of love, though no redeeming qualities are born in you. No purple berry nor fuchsia flower blooming brightly, just sighing earth between pale moons of snow. The garden fairy sleeps undisturbed in frozen blankets, waiting for sweet robins to awaken her. Heavy to carry, this dreary pause in changing seasons, colorless like a vintage family photo. March, please be wary - you...

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It was one of those days again.  A spoon full of syrup,  Another needle,  Sugary sweet.  Crimson blood,  White sheets.  Repent your sins,  Take a breath,  For it may be your last.  White walls,  Bleach and latex gloves,  “Stop shaking,” They say,  “It’ll be over in a second.”  No pain,  Mindless abyss.  Hospital gowns,  Sweaty brows.  Back stiff against the metal table. Syringes full of my life.  Drip, drip, drip.  Just breathe,  Take a breath.  Discarded plastic...

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Solid harden black stilled heart Blood flowing yet spiritually stuck Tired and exhausted toward the mouth Cold, miserable distain spewing out spinning, twirling like a flag on a pole Dripping, driving like a man on a mission Repented on the fallen on knees Solid harden black stilled heart 2/11/2023 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023 An Octopoem verse poetry...

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Blue grey, bleached white, Onyx indigo, blackened night, The same is felt, dark or bright, In shadows or winter’s harshest light. I find it buried even within my soul Shards of ice, shades of miner’s coal. Simply placed to fill the hole Left by what others stole. It exists when I’m alone and breathe it...

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Sometimes it seems bleak Like walls built to hinder me Please just let me try...

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